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the pines mods. ([personal profile] officialnotice) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-06-18 08:59 pm

( june event ) who's that pokemon?

EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?



For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.



MOD NOTES


This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN YOUR TOP-LEVEL SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and open or closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.

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[personal profile] magija 2017-06-25 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wanda hears the far yell of the woman, the voice unfamiliar, but branding some sense of relief amongst the numerous crowd filled primarily with creatures. It becomes difficult to watch in awe at the woman's abilities to take on these enemies, but Wanda can catch glimpses as her own hands flail to try forming a red shield, nearly transparent but strong in its defense, to block off the advances of some of the creatures in front of her. ]

Not alone. These dogs have been very gentle companions. [ A little humor goes a long way, especially when she's on the brink of death. But even in her tone, it's easy to tell she's desperate for some allies and support.

She flings her arm fast, a shot of crimson beaming from her palm before exploding in the face of another fiend. ]
Everyone else should be indoors, but these — they're smart. They were trying to make their way inside.
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[personal profile] unweaving 2017-07-01 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Battlefield humor. It's oddly reassuring, makes Aranea smile in a way that gets wiped right off her face when the other woman continues. ]

Oh, of course they're smart. Wouldn't be Wayward Pines if we could catch a damn break.

[ Grousing, but it's not directed at Wanda. She gets only admiration; she looks exhausted, but here she is in the street blowing the things' faces off. More importantly the little demonstration tells Aranea the other woman's aim is true no matter how worn-out she looks, letting her jump back down to spear another one of the creatures. ]

Do you know if there are people in the buildings around us?